Actually, I'm proud to be an American, but 'mzungu' is the regional termfor any European like me. It's not derogatory at all and apparentlythe word is used similarly to the way western cultures use the term 'ET.' I love it when little kids here run up to me and say, always genuinely,'Hello, Mzungu-how are you?' I sort of feel like a visiting spaceman, asnot many Mzungus are seen in these parts. A black person is 'mudugavu,' bythe way.

I've wanted to visit Uganda for most of my adult life, ever since learningfrom some expatriate American friends, who lived here before Idi Amin'swell-funded rampage, about the gracioius, talented, witty, culturally-richand resourceful people here. Winston Churchill had named this country 'ThePearl of Africa'during his visit here after World War II, and while he mayhave been eligible at the time for hanging dü to his war crimes, hiscompliment was right on the mark, I can tell you.

During the course of this monologue in several parts, I'll introduce you tofour of my Ugandan friends/teammates who have been instrumental infacilitating these very productive efforts on behalf of orgone and zappers,both preceding and during my too-brief visit to this wonderful country.Certainly not least, you're probably already acquainted with Georg Ritschl,who accompanied us during the first two weeks of this East Africa giftingexposition.

Dr. Paul Batiibwe, who has, ten minutes ago, frankly told me that he can'tfigure out why I'd want to mention him at all (I told him that I'm no moreworthy than he is, so 'Please don't worry about it.') may be considered theclinical, overall scientific component of this team and is currently myhost and the coordinator of the field-testing work for three crowd zappers.He routinely 'gifts' with Holy Handgrenades, Towerbusters and Etheric PipeBombs during his travels whenever he encounters deserving sites and hasbeen working extensively with Kizira, who has reluctantly agreed to let merefer to him as a 'witch doctor.'

I'll have an awful lot to say about Kizira, of course, and the uniqüworking relationship he has with Dr. P. He's one of those very rareindividuals who have fully committed to applying a rare, composite gift ofhealing, high psychism, courage and exemplary spirituality, not to mentiona profound knowledge of an extensive regional herbal pharmacopia. Underthe circumstances, I was unable to come up with a more descriptivereference for Kizira than 'witch doctor.' My hope is that I'll be able topurge that term of the old Hollywood and dime-novel connotations thatincite apprehension ;-) You can't conceive a more gentle soul thatKizira's.

Dr. Rushidie Kayiwa is the fellow who laid the groundwork for our visit andmade it possible for us to get right to work. This very well rounded,well-travelled (he's flünt in English, Arabic, Finnish, Swahili and a hostof regional African dialects) and well-connected physician has consistentlyastonished us all with both his resourcefulness and his power of friendlypersuasion. Nobody ever, apparently, taught Dr. K that he has limitations.

He was the first to greet Georg and I at Entebbe International Airportafter one of his close friends, who prefers to be referred to as our'Secret Supporter' had us ushered past customs. 'Secret Supporter' hadbeen regaled by Dr. K with tales from 'The Adventures of Don and CarolCroft' on www.educate-yourself.org and obviously wanted to see our tricksfirsthand. Dr. K had previously given our very open-minded andinquisitive Supporter several zappers, which were subseqüntly distributedthese to trusted associates and relatives in the upper echelons of Uganda'sestablishment who had then gotten profound healing from diverse maladies ina short time.

Georg Ritschl of www.orgoniseafrica.com graciously joined me for the firstsixteen days of our multinational orgone-ite (formerly known as "orgonite")/zapper initiative and after ourfirst night in Uganda we made for our Secret Supporter a couple ofcloudbusters, then we got very busy busting towers the very next day, usingour host's sideyard as an orgone-ite factory for the ensuing two weeks and,of course, keeping him fully updated on our progress..

German Georg is a towerbusting fury on two legs and he also heroicallyparticipated in Uganda's mainly-unregulated (by western standards, atleast) traffic 'system' throughout. He rather reminds me of the cartooncharacter, The Tasmanian Devil, in fact, since he rarely stops moving andplanning. Thanks to his tireless efforts (and the use of an intrepid 1978Toyota Landcruiser, compliments of our magnanimous and curious SecretSupporter) we busted essentially all of the HAARP and entropy transmittersfrom Congo/Rwanda to Kenya in less than two weeks and deposited the twocloudbusters in key positions in Kampala and Kisoro. Kisoro is thedistrict that lies in the southwest corner of the country and includes asmall population of gorillas and some borderline-surreal, jungle-cladtowering volcanoes and dizzying roadside vistas.

After the final round of busting, last Friday, the equatorial skies overpopulous Southern Uganda are now uniformly pristine again. It's alwaysrefreshing to look at white, billowing cumulus clouds in an azure skyrather than the sad aerial constipation that's come to characterize theskies over most of the world's population centers since the northernhemisphere's autumn of 2001..

There are no chemtrails to speak of in Africa, except the intermittent,half-hearted ones they've lately squirted out over Johannesburg, SouthAfrica, in beleagüred response to the good job that Georg and a fewAfrikaaner associates have done to severely insult the extensive HAARP andelectronic entropy network throughout much of Southern Africa.

Kampala, the Capital of Uganda, is built on a procession of lush, verdanthills at the north shore of Lake Victoria and on each and every hilltop thedisgusting, parasitic World Order has erected HAARP and entropy arrays. Ifanyone wishes to go to Africa or to any other lovely, remote area in orderto escape the debilitating effects of the World Order devil-worshippers'deadening new electronic matrix he would be grievously disappointed (unlesshe moves to Uganda, of course).

When we got here the skies over Kampala were mostly whited out by localHAARP transmitters, which push atmospheric moisture up above the altitudewhere rain happens, as we've seen elsewhere. Dr. P's cloudbuster islocated a hundred miles west of Kampala and, of course, no cloudbuster islikely to disable the whiteout-we have to bust all of the local HAARPtransmitters to get that happy result-but it has been raining sufficientlyin Kampala regardless of the parasitic, global scheissvoegel, thanks to hiseffort .

The nice thing about doing this work in Africa is that there's so muchvitality in the land, water and atmosphere that it must surely take two orthree times as much energy from these unsavory Illuminati tecchies to geteven minimal ugly effects in the sky, and those effects are usuallylocalized, at best, in Africa except around Johannesburg, where there'sapparently enough human misery and electronic/industrial molestation tomaintain some pretty ugly skies for periods of time, in spite of Georg andfriends having busted all or most of the towers in the metropolitan area bynow.

My heart surely goes out to Georg, who periodically develops new methodsfor busting a big, blü hole over Jo'burg, only to see it get covered overagain within a few days by the obsequious whiteness as HAARP regroups fromhis latest assault. Thanks to his efforts, though, we have a new range oforgone-ite 'weapons' that we can deploy against the enemy of humanity. I'mparticularly fond of his 'Stielhandgranate,' which is an etheric pipe bombwhose orgone-ite end is embedded in a towerbuster, and his prototype OrgoneHowitzer, an orgone tecchie's delight.

Many of the lakes and rivers in Uganda are now graced with some of Georg'sofferings. The stielhandgranaten feel awfully good to throw, by the way,though one is left with a slightly nagging feeling that it would have beenmore appropriate to 'pull the pin' first. His 'Orgone Howitzer' may bethe proper antidote to the remote HAARP and groundwave transmitters thatare still plaguing Jo'burg and Pretoria. Stay tuned towww.orgoniseafrica.com for furtherreports on that, of course.

As in the case of Vancouver, Canada, perhaps, most of this incessant urbanwhiteout that occurs in spite of extensive gifting of urban HAARP andentropy transmitters may be getting accomplished by a combination ofunderground facilities (Extremely Low Freqüncy ground wave transmissions,sans towers) and scalar transmissions from remote HAARP arrays This, infact, apparently causes the Illuminati to overesxtend their reach in thiscase, which presents us with some intriguing opportunities if we're willingto exploit them.

Dr Paul Batiibwe had constructed East Africa's first cloudbuster six monthspreviously and that had perhaps forestalled a severe drought and faminewhich had apparently been slated for this region. Dü to the vitalityhere it only takes a minimal effort to cancel the worst effects of theWorld Order's atmospheric/electronic rapine and plunder. Dr. P did that onthe eve of the equatorial June-July dry season, which then turned into awet season. When Georg and I landed here in mid-November we were treatedto such brilliant hüs of green that it came close to hurting our eyes. I'd never encountered this phenomenon, though I'd traveled extensively intropical regions.

Carol and I had busted all of the new HAARP and entropy transmitters thatwe encountered during our travels in Namibia two years ago. The Illuminatihad then just initiated their ugly, global display at the time, so I' msure that we were only seeing the first of their efforts in that regionand there hadn't been enough of the new transmitters on the ground for themto have established the high-altitude whiteout that you and I have come toknow so well where sufficient transmitters are still functioning in closeproximity to each other.. I bet you enjoy wiping that hideous crap fromthe sky as much as we do. Could you have conceived how much fun this wouldbe before you ever heard of towerbusting and cloudbusting?

Another feature of Africa's vitality is the ease with which one canaccomplish 'sky sculpting' with an ordinary cloudbuster. We had a chanceto play around with that near Kampala in our host's sideyard with the twoCBs before we planted one, upright, in his garden and delivered the otherone to a garden in Kisoro District.

In this case, I followed Dr. Reich's recommendation to point a CB near anexisting cloud in order to draw rainfall from that direction. I did ittoward clouds that were in a downwind direction in order to demonstratethat rain can be gotten that way and I kept the other one pointed overKampala in order to suppress the still-existing whiteout until we finisheddisabling the nationwide, east/west HAARP network after our visit toKisoro. Our host was quite impressed and I felt like some kind of wizard,though I slyly didn't let on that this doesn't work as well in my country,where the more-sluggish, ambient orgone matrix still needs a lot of healingand revitalizing.

Before I left home, I got kind of fat because Carol had warned me that EastAfrica is a place where tasty, nutritious food is scarce. She was rightin her assessment, at least, regarding the nearby section of neighboringKenya, where she'd spent some time in a pestilential area in 2001,demonstrating the crowd zapper in a village clinic.

What she couldn't have known is that the difference between that littlearea and this country is quite profound. Whereas she was literallyrestricted to her cramped quarters after sunset dü to the prevalence ofaggressive, violent, male voodoo terrorists ('night runners') and thatlocale was generally ravaged by a combination of near-genocide by the WorldOrder, HAARP drought and the residual fear-based magical traditions, anarmy of homeless, starving AIDS orphans and rampant illiteracy, Uganda,although essentially identical in terms of natural resources and climate, has a longstanding tradition of good family relations, mutual assistance,self-reliance and literacy, which is probably why it has survived a seriesof British-instigated, bloody dictatorships with general magnanimity andconfidence. I've long felt that the Illuminati are jealous of theUgandans, as they apparently were of the Biafrans, hence the destruction ofthat progressive Nigerian community by the Illuminati's bloodthirsty,rapacious proxy Nigerian regime there in the early 1960s.

I must say that I've rather been in a glutton's paradise here, becausewhile the traditional foods in Uganda are delicious, varied and filling,I'm actually losing weight without having to exercise. I actually feel badfor Carol and wish I'd had to suffer here at least a little bit for hersake. I'm hoping that my recently acquired taste for fried locusts willget her past some of this. No, they don't taste 'like chicken;' theyrather remind me of roasted pumpkin seeds.

By the time Her Royal Highness, the scaly Whore of Babylon, had thrust thesimilarly canniballistic Idi Amin Dada at the peace-loving Ugandans, gavehim a trunk full of blank checks, an unlimited supply of bullets, a hugewalk-in freezer for human meat, and a full array of the latest tortureimplements, the western world, fortunately, was no longer willing tocondone genocide in Africa, so that syphillitic, brutal psychotic andformer British Army Sergeant Major, was unable to fulfill his genocidalmandate from the City of London.

AIDS, which is, of course, yet another deadly Illuminati bid to reduce theAfricans to a 'manageable' population, is far less rampant here than inneighboring Congo and Kenya, by the way.

In frustration, after President Yoweri Museveni's grassroots 'Movement'successfully supplanted the most recent, well-armed and limitlesslyfinanced proxy-monster head of state here in 1986, the banker trolls in TheCity of London immediately and drastically devalüd the Ugandan Shillingin a desperate bid to destroy the Ugandan economy.

Right now, the Illuminati are arming and funding a rebel army in Sudanwhich is terrorizing the less populous northern part of Uganda and therebyforcing the government to divert funds from infrastructure to defense.

Of course, the resourcefulness of the Ugandan people is pulling themthrough even this crisis. What I'm witnessing here is an economy thatstands teetering on the threshold of rampant prosperity, having absorbedthe worst that the out-of-balance World Order has to offer without plunginginto the hopelessness, cynicism, self pity and drug addiction that can beseen in so many other nations, including mine.

All we have to do now is disable and imprison the Illuminati and theirculpable minions and then the whole world will prosper. It seems like asimple task to me now, sort of like zapping tapeworms into oblivion withmicrocurrent. There's really no reason for us to fear parasites.

Georg noted that Uganda, like France, has mainly its agriculture on whichto base prosperity. As we know, France was nonetheless in a position todefeat the British Empire at the same time that the Americans declaredtheir independence and Great Britain has always based its economic empire,even to the present day, on undermining targetted social structures andthen consuming the natural resources of these otherwise-productiveeconomies, just like a tapeworm does inside the human intestinal tract.

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I wonder if you can conceive of a capital city that has only two stoplightsand requires a four-wheel-drive vehicle to navigate most of theside-streets. Dü to an almost complete lack of funds for nationalinfrastructure, there has been very little Public Works construction donehere since Museveni ousted the last of the Illuminati's leeches from thePresidential Palace. As with Hitler, Stalin, Mao and Roosevelt, theIlluminati routinely paid for extravagant public works in order to buyloyalty, reminiscent of the Roman hierarchy's use of 'bread and circuses.' The Ugandans didn't buy into that scheme, obviously, and are now paying fortheir hard-won but precarioius freedom.

What struck me most dramatically about traffic in Kampala is that whilecross-town traffic is slow, it nevertheless works and everyone seems toabide by unspoken 'traffic laws' which include a sufficient dose ofcourtesy, and one will find very few dented fenders and miraculously fewwrecked vehicles. I wonder what it would look like here if the Illuminatihad been able to addict sufficient numbers of Ugandans to alcohol, heroin,cocaine and pot, as they've been able to do in most other countries.

Dr Kayiwa, who has placed his bid for the Presidency in 2006, laments thelack of traffic signs and cops in the Capital, but I observed an oldPersian proverb to him, 'The peacock is always happy because it never looks at its ugly feet.' I hope to convince him that problems like thisare mainly symptomatic of a beleagüred economy, not essential ones at all.

He's rightfully proud of his countrymen's resourcefulness and adaptability.There simply isn't much that these craftsmen can't make from availablematerials and they like to work outdoors, so a ride through town is a treatfor the eye and for one's incredulity and an astonishing display of a widerange of fine manufactured products.

I risked catching a lot of flies in my mouth the first few days here as Iwitnessed the way goods are moved along on locally-manufactured bicycles,which double as taxis and cargo haulers throughout the country. Farmerseven get produce to market by alternately pushing heavy loads uphill, thencoasting down the other side. I saw one fellow carrying a bed frame on hisbike rack. Altogether, the load stood 3 meters high but the fellow weavedin and out of traffic as though he had no load at all. As a fan of thesurreal and the near-miraculous, this place is more fun for me thanDisneyland.

Another feast of new experiences went along with our tower bursting effortsthrough the muddy side-streets and hillsides of Kampala as Georg guided theLand Cruiser under the able navigation of Dr. Kayiwa. Everywhere welooked, there were food crops, busy, energetic people, friendly greetings,chickens, goats and even small herds of dignified traditional cattle, whichare called 'Nsagala,' which means, 'walks with grace.' I'm going to try tofigure out how to get a pair of their horns home. Our American Longhornswould be consumed with antler-envy at the sight of some of these specimensheadgear, which rises dynamically up and twist around in a way a littlelike my treasured kudu horn from Namibia does. The longer horns reachalmost two meters in length.

Along the way, Dr K let us know which neighborhoods have reputations forvoodoo (human sacrifice, just like what the Illuminati do!) and then weheavily gifted those few areas as well as the ubiquitous HAARP and entropytransmitters. I was happily able to point out to the Doc that actual cellphone transmitters were very small and mounted on inconspicuous poles instrategic spots throughout the city. He had naturally assumed that itrequired a billion dollars' worth of fancy, new, military-style towers inorder to operate the cell network. I bet you did, too ;-)

Thanks to a combination of Providence and Dr. K's fancy footwork (notnecessarily in that order) Georg and I were treated to an unending streamof networking connections here for the zappers, which is what half of ourvisit has been about.

The team's plan for zappers is to establish a demonstrated reputation forthis simple tech's easy ability to cure a wide range of endemic diseases,including AIDS, yellow fever and malaria, and to meet the subseqüntcontinent-wide demand for affordable variations of this effective device. Uganda is the natural choice as a starting place in Africa because of it'srelatively free press and the innate ability of Ugandans to fend offIlluminati-backed disinformation campaigns and sabotage efforts. I wishwe could take full credit for this happy state of affairs but we wereobviously all guided into this position by the entities who may be referredto as The Operators (ever standing by ;-)and this is probably just another evidence that 'the meek are inheritingthe earth.'

I need to tell you about the birds here. In Namibia, Carol and I sawwhat I think is called a 'greast bustard,' which is a crane-like bird thatstands about four feet tall and has a wingspan of around 8 feet. When Isaw that big creature take off along the road in the Kalahari a couple ofyears ago I felt like I'd seen a UFO. These giant savengerss fly in flocks above Kampala, riding the updrafts almost to the level of theclouds.

There is also a specie of falcon which resembles one of our peregrines backhome but it uses its tail as a rudder and rarely 'banks' during turns,though is very skilled at fast aerobatics when a group of them vie forterritory with the big local ravens, which have white 'torsos' here, sortof like they are wearing T-shirts. Along with all that, there are manytypes of colorful, tropical songbirds, magpies, and swallows which havepointed, instead of split, tailes. You probably noticed that your newcloudbbuster attracted a lot of songbirds and raptors and I invite you toimagine that process tripled here.

Perhaps the most refreshing aspect of Uganda, for me, is that I'm not beingdogged by that plethora of anal-retentive MI6 and CIA agents provocateursand pavement artists. This reminds me that I'm no longer being plagüd bythe dirty-dozen payrolled dissimulastors who used to footnote all of mycomments on the public fora I participated in before Mark Daveycourageously set up ' Etheric Freedom Fighters' for us all onhttp:/eff2.proboards21.com last summer. I bet you also got tired of seeingtheir little bits of excrement every time you went to dip your ladle in thepublic punchbowl, so to speak.

As with so many things westerners do these days, this schizophrenicassumption that free public discussion is possible with the participationof paid agents provocateurs is a little like the way fundamentalistsassume that they can be holy by 'going to church' while engaging inspiritually-degrading practices during the week. Nothing short ofuniversal censure of bad behavior and resolute refusal to allow espionageand mind control in public fora will stop these agents from destroyingviable discussion groups. Do you think that your own courtesy andlong-suffering will help them 'see the light?' Has it done that even oncein the two and a half years that this network has been growing worldwide?

As with families (if you're in any western country's dysfunctional socialmillieu you may think I'm speaking Chinese or Navajo by now) dissension andcharacter assassination have to be stopped dead if any group of people isto enjoy free public intercourse and for every agent provocateur that maybe induced to leave the fold, there are ten more who are ready to takehis/her place who are more clever and resourceful, as we've seen, so it'sthe principle of discord that must be overcome, not the individual paid,largely witless but persistent chumps that are thrown at us bythe.Illuminati.

We're all ready to demonstrate that our emotional ages correspond to ourphysical ages, don't you think?

Most of the folks around here learned this basic social lesson before theygot pubic hair but my own alleged head of state displays the fact that hehas the emotional age of a toddler. Even I was shocked to learn that herefers to Africa as a 'country,' by the way ;-)

Don't be abysmally ignorant like him and also, please stop excusing others'bad manners and general sabotage in public discussions! I guarantee thatuntil you do that, these mind-numbing Bazungu will continü to dominate andsubvert every single, otherwise worthwhile thread.

I've suggested that Makerere University, a very fine school here inKampala, send some cultural anthropologists to the USA and the UK to studythose cultures and then determine ways to help these beleagüred but mostlywell-meaning bazungu to overcome their centuries-old mind control protocolsand neurotic prejudices. I already knew that Africans look to theAmericans and the British to provide a little historical perspective aboutpolitical and economic freedom.

Short of that, our own Dr. Kayiwa had spent several years practicing as aphysician in the USA, Iraq and Finland and has developed some fineobservations which may well contribute to a nationwide synthesis of thebest aspects of western, Middle Eastern and East African cultures in hisongoing political/social efforts in Uganda.

Since your internet attention span is probably similar to mine, I'll endthis article now, but I haven't done much writing since I got here, dü topreviously limited computer access, and I've got an awful lot of things toreport which will follow shortly, including some rather magical firsthandexperiences. My heartfelt thanks go to Dr. Paul for letting me use hislaptop this morning while he's at work. I was fairly rupturing from theneed to write some of this down before I forgot something essential and myshort term memory is not very impressive.

Don Croft Dec. 2, '02

The Source of the Nile and Budhagali FallsPost by Mark Davey on Dec 4th, 2003, 1:55pm

The Source of the Nile and Budhagali Falls, 19 November, 2003

The day after their arrival in Uganda on 16 November, Don and Georg hadswung into action.

Each felt they should visit the source of the Nile ASAP, so I joined themin nearby Jinja in company of Dr. Rashid Kayiwa and we rode to the spot atthe edge of Nakabule (Lake Victoria). The wide, swift river abruptly fell500m from the lake to begin its 4900km journey to the Mediterranean Sea. The falls were mostly submerged when Owen Falls Dam was constructed a fewdecades ago. Unlike other major rivers, the Nile is very wide andfast-moving at its source.

My father remembers hearing the rumbling sound of the mighty falls inJinja, 6km away, moreso at night. A rainbow had spanned this entire areafor most of the day.

Not far downstream a bridge and, later, the dam were built. When thebridge was constructed in the 1950s a large herd of hippos were destroyedbefore the project was completed It's said that a lot of human sacrificeshad traditionally taken place there as well. Don and Georg had thrown afew Etheric Pipe Bombs from the bridge, which is just upstream from the dam.

Owen Falls Dam is responsible for submerging a very large spring near theprevious waterfall at the edge of the lake. The dam, which is just north ofthe bridge, is responsible for the near-total submergence of the falls.

The actual starting point of the river is a little debatable. Very close toan island in the middle of the stream is a large, now-submerged spring,hence the debate. Burundi, which lies along the lake's southeast shore, isalso said to be the location of the trü source of the Nile before itempties into this inland sea.

We hired a large, motor driven canoe to take us all through the fastcurrent to the small island which lies at the lake-edge source of the Nile.Georg gifted this site with a 'stielhandgranate,' which is an etheric pipebomb stuck into a towerbuster.

Immediately, we all felt changes ranging from a slight unexplained dizzyspell, in my case, to a full surge of energy in Don. "This is a verypowerful spot, very powerful!" Don declared. Kayiwa and I tossed ethericpipe bombs downstream as we went back over the swirling water.

Close to where we landed is a commemorative bust of Mohandes Gandhi. Someof his ashes had been cast into the Nile at this spot in 1948.

Don felt that the Illuminati and voodoo societies were thereby exploitingthis good man's legacy and personal energy, so he dowsed for an appropriateresponse, then threw one of Laozu Kelly's uniqüly powerful, energized-water HHgs into the river not far away.

We then proceeded 6km downstream to Budhagali Falls.

Budhagali has always been a primary ritual site in Uganda's magicaltraditions and my wife, Hilda, and I had also celebrated the firstbirthdays of our two children here. One of nature's most useful moulds canbe found here, incidentally.

The Nile calmly spreads quite wide before accelerating to a violent speedover the beautiful falls.

The government of Uganda is now bent on submerging these falls in the nameof development, by constructing a dam. Damn! The last time I was here withmy family I had come to take as many startling still photos as possible incase the dam is to be constructed and I have to say goodbye to this motherof all creations.

Don insisted that I choose the locations to gift and we walked firsttowards the upper part of the falls.

I had Don toss one of his etheric pipe bombs in and within five minutes,thousands of bats flew up from the nearby bushes.

He intimated that perhaps the spirits of sacrificed people had beenreleased by the upsurge of lifeforce from the gift and that the bats werean outward symbol and a confirmation of our success and of course we, theless 'superstitious,' bought that half - half

At these falls are young men who earn a living by swimming into the rapids.Another man, a cripple, dances while ascending a vertical, freestandingwooden pole about 6metres high. I must say watching them can be breathtaking.

Kintu, one of the swimmers, offered us a show for a few dollars. As wewere unable to throw an etheric pipe bomb suffienetly far into the stream,we hired him to carry it to the middle of the lower falls and release it ata certain spot.

The moment he dived into the upper falls, Don told me that he has sensedearth spirits near the place I'd chosen to have the EPB released. By now,Kintu was in the lower falls, raised his arms and threw the healing deviceinto the water, somersaulted and began swimming to the rocky riverbank.

Lo and behold, the same bats, which had returned to their sleepingplaces, again flew out over the falls en masse. This was no longer acoincidence or superstition. A psychic ought to tell us what happened,because I have noted Don is still quite unsure, most times, about his ownabilities.

Another confirmation occurred. For the first time I appreciated the changesin the skies that can happen after some significant gifting. . A hugecumulus cloud formed and, atop the billowing mass, white, horizontalfumes were being released by what Don said is a typical Lemurian spaceship. Other uniqü cloud formations were seen, too. Some almost formed Dr.Reich's orgone symbol.

Our Journey to the East on 28th November 2003

On today's trip to the Tororo District, near Kenya's frontier withSoutheast Uganda, we escorted our friend, Sam Okurut, who helped Georg toreconnect with Credo Muttwa in South Africa a month previously, to visithis father's village.

We travelled by road from Kampala in our Secret Supporter's offroadvehicle. Along the way, as usual, we dropped TBs whenever one of us feltlike it and we freqüntly detoured to disable the more remote transmitters.Kakira Sugar Plantation and Refinery, for instance, which lies halfwaybetween Kampala and Tororo, felt real bad, so we tossed several towerbusters along the way, after turning north from the tarmac highway toward alarge transmitter. As we got closer, we saw that there were several othertowers that we hadn't seen and they were all in the middle of a large,depressing settlement that is connected to the big refinery.

The small band of orgone-ite warriors, including Dr. Kayiwa, Georg, Don andSam, had spent the night in a hotel in Iganga, just east of Jinja (thelarge town that lies near the headwaters of the Nile River) and I joinedthem for the eastward trek the following morning. Seeing that a very fewof the more remote transmitters were located on mountaintops which weresurely inaccessible to even our intrepid Land Cruiser, we discussed theviability of using large, remote controlled model aircraft in the nearfuture to reach such targets, which Don had already begun tentativelyexperimenting with at home in the USA.

I offered to chauffer the little squad, though I'm not a fan of 'kick andpush' and prefer the comfort and convenience of automatic transmissions. We gifted a stretch of highway in the vicinity of Nakalama, about 5km eastof Iganga which had been notorious for motor accidents. Don noted thatthe exceedingly strong, tall barbed wire fencing on both sides of the roadalong that stretch was reminiscent of some underground bases in America andis uncharacteristic of any fencing that he'd seen in Uganda and there weresome suspicious-looking ponds inside the fenced, apparently deserted areas.

The locals don't know what takes place here. Some villagers say that thisproperty belongs to an internationally well-connected tycoon and was meantto be a horticultural project, whilst some others believe it to be a fishfarm. For us, it just felt bad, so we gifted some of the ponds with ethericpipe bombs. There's something very satisfying about hearing that specialsplash!

>From a distance, southeast of Nakalama, we saw some hilltop towers worthneutralising. We made a right turn but couldn't see an obvious route. Aftera reminder that the truck was designed for cross country we made our way alittle thru the bush till we reached a graded gravel road. By passing heapsof dug up murram blockages we reached the furthest tower first. To oursurprise there was a much shorter, mean looking tower with enormous drums,entirely painted sky-blü. We hadn't seen this until we got quite closeto the more obvious, tall red and white transmitter.. This is one of thelesser known but gravely heinous GWEN TOWERS! See Ken's website[www.educate-yourself.org] for a fuller description. I was so outragedthat if I'd had a spud gun I would have 'inadvertently' shot a tower busterright into one of these huge drums!

This monster, along with with two 'cellphone' towers (see Ken's site) werealmost sharing the compound with Bugiri District Administration offices anda workshop/residence for handicapped people! These GWEN sites are worthobserving for any radiation related illnesses amongst these officers andworkers. All we could do was to generously gift the environment here in theinterest of healing both the locals and the environment. One of the TBsrolled right in front of the Administrative Office. Hopefully some one haspicked it who at best would just throw it into the bush or keep it in anear by house. We often hand these to curious children and ask them tokeep them in their homes.

We happily continüd to wend our way to the east. The streams running belowthe highway received gifts irrespective of half naked bathers andonlookers, and so did the many towers.

Like in any war some ammunition didn't hit the target but there's no suchthing as wasted ammo in this campaign.

Kibimba Rice Plantation, a little further east, is a beautiful, private,commercial scheme and was the recipient of several etheric pipe bombs.

All along our route, uniqü clouds with long, finger-like projections wereseen forming in our path and the HAARP whiteout which had previouslycovered the sky ahead of us, receded farther east as we moved and bustedmore and more transmitters. Don said that he had not seen this phenomenonuntil very recently during other long-range tower busting expositions inhis own country..

An enormous, solitary rock became visible as we finally approached Tororotown. On top was an array of various types of towers. I was told that ahelicopter was used to ferry the construction materials to the top. Georg[orange shirt ;-)] placed an HHG near a hedge at a point as near as wecould get to the transmittters on our circuit around the small mountain. As there were some onlookers, we posed for a group photo in order toconceal our intentions there.

We drove along further around the rock and saw a very large cave. Don saidthat such a cave in a geological feature like this is surely a powerfulvortex and must must have been an important ritual site since timeimmemorial.

Indeed we found inscriptions, apparently quite ancient. Like any goodvisitors we left a 'gift' or two to honor the place. Don's gifting spot,at the back of the cave, was full of disturbed bats, so he considered itsafe to leave something there.

I now agree with Don that Georg is quite energy sensitive, something whichGeorg does not admit easily. After gifting this huge vortex, Georgexperienced pleasant sensations in his feet and legs to the extent that hereqüsted to delay our departure so he could relish it longer. Suchsensation are similar to what people feel when about to astral travel.Georg has made and tossed orgone-ite (formerly known as "orgonite")-based devices at well over one thousandtowers in Southern Africa. He is a good friend of Credo Mutwa, the renownedZulu shaman and historian. For all the good he has done, Georg has comeunder repeated attack by Illuminati psychic predators in concert withAfrican voodoo practitioners. Thanks, Carol, 'Cbswork,' and Don forseeing this earlier in the year and acting on it before Georg expired!

Immediately after we gifted the cave, large cumulus clouds and swirling,spiral clouds began forming over the mountain, which strongly suggestedthat our gifts were well-received.

We headed along a rough track to Sam's father's village, 15km further east,near the Kenya frontier. The traditional settings of these scatteredagricultural settlements is something not to be missed.

Groups of beautiful, immaculately rounded, well groomed mud wattle huts,built and maintained by the locals, are unfortunately punctuated bycorrugated metal roofs and relatively ugly, rectangular houses, belongingto sons of the soil who work in the cities, obtusely demonstrating theirrelative wealth. Large, extended families, easily accommodated by simplybuilding more huts, are still characteristic of this part of East Africa. They're surprisingly cool, well-ventilated and roomy inside.

We were generously treated to a traditional meal, including some delicioiusbread, made from sorghum, millet and cassava.

For the first time Georg ate sugar cane and he opted for the aggressive'mudugavu' style, while Don chose the less manly mzungu method of cuttingthe cane into smaller, bite-sized pieces.

Don had, of course, often eaten sugar cane in the first half century of hislife.

By now, having completely disabled the HAARP, GWEN and enropy transmitternetwork across the most populous region of Uganda, from the Republic ofCongo to Kenya, we returned to our homes in the west in anticipation ofreturning to Budhagali the following day.

Kizira at Budhagali, 29th November, 2003

The gifting adventures made one of the rarest, incredible experiences forme since Don and Georg's arrival.. For some few months I had been working with a reputable psychic and healer,named Kizira. I was introduced to this unassuming man in a village, 12 kmsfrom my workplace, by a female patient who had cancer of the breast stageIII.

Kazira's wife was astonished at how he trusted me to the extent of sharinghis own writings of his experience. These had been typewritten inanticipation of publishing a book.

Prayer is the foundation of his healing and psychic work and he feelsstrongly that we ought to pray directly to the Creator and not to orthrough Prophets, such as Jesus, Mohammed and Buddha, etc. If not, hejokes, "You get less than what you bargained for!".

Kizira heals while reciting prayers and says this ought to be adequate, buthe's also a top-seed, well seasoned herbalist.

I have referred infertile couples, who had failed to conceive withconventional medical treatment, to him and. I have proved them pregnantafter just words of prayer, exorcising entities, and touch healing. Ihave seen sickly people flourish from these ministrations; I have watcheddrama unfold as he casts away demons from psychiatric cases whom we'vedeclared incurable. I have, indeed.

He communicates with trespassing entities and casts out demons whilepraying to the Creator. He's been looking forward to working with goodentities to harmonise the earth. He calls them thru mediums, announces hisintentions to them and helps them with some of their requirements.

If you've personally known a mature, competent psychic, you'll see thatKizira's abilities are very real. he is one. Don, who has known and workedclosely with several powerful psychics, says that Kizira is 'world class.'

Kizira first establishes contact by either holding your hand, or touchingthe sick area.

Sometimes he just raises his hand above you. He emanates a heat sensationfrom his hands, which tremble during healing sessions.

Today, as intended two months ago, we escorted him to visit Budhagali,which is actually the name of the ancient entity who is responsible for thefalls.

Kayiwa, Georg, Don, Kizira (with entourage) and I met in Jinja town andheaded to Budhagali Falls.

At the entrance to the park, I asked the gatekeeper where Mandwa Budhagali,the 'official' priest for the site, could be found and was told that heuses an island in the middle of the falls to conduct his rituals but thathe rarely goes there any more. Mandwa Budhagali has a national reputationas a Satanist, by the way, and is the center of a very large scandalinvolving human sacrifice deep under the falls themselves, involving manyof the nations wealthy people, which has lent a new twist to the term,'nouveau riche.'inquired where mandwa Budhagali (the 'official' priest) could be found. Iwas told that rarely does he ever go to the island, a place where theprevious priests used to perform the rituals. I was further told that thepriest now works from home, a walled off compound with a dark green gatewhich we had just passed.

Meanwhile Kizira had 'asked' and was told that we should just proceed tothe island and get to work.. Don and Kizira felt that the Mandwa was notactually important and is rather just used by more powerful, hidden peopleas window dressing.

At the entrance to the area, which is a National Park, we were reqüsted topay for the two bazungu (Don and Georg) and six badugavu (the rest of us)before we were allowed to visit this sacred natural site.

We got into large, hired canoe in turns of threes as there were only thatmany lifejackets, then took turns crossing to the ritual site: a smallisland in the middle of the turbulent Nile, just downstream from the lowerfalls.

Two of Kizira's sons and a daughter brought along drums and Nabikokola, whovolunteered to be the medium, had brought along her little grand daughterfrom her home near Entebbe. Don volunteered to hold the baby during thesession.

We all climbed the island's path to a small clearing, where a round,traditional wattle and thatch hut was built to accommodate rituals.

Kizira prayed to God.

"Praise be to the almighty Creator of the universe! I categorically affirmthat nothing in this world is greater than You. Hear and answer my prayer;let Budhagali come thru so we can talk".Pause...He repeated the prayerwhile raising his hand in the air.Pause. "Budhagali, it is me summoningyou.. Hurry up and come and tell us where you are and how you have been.Budhagali? Budhagali, where are you?. We are your visitors!" .pause.

The body to be used by the entity remained occupied by its owner,Nabikokola, unchanged.

Kizira's eyes roved around as if he were searching for something, then helooked straight at Georg, waved his finger and said, "I cannot detect theentity. It seems that he's no longer here!"Georg wondered aloud if our previous gifting had expelled Budhagali fromthe place, but I told him that Buchagali is a good entity and thatsomething else had caused him to flee.

We all agreed that Kizira should hide a Holy Handgrenade on the premisesand then try to contact Budhagali again. After doing so, Kizira restartedthe prayer and reqüsted the entity to come through Karikokola.

Within a minute of praying the body started performing a welcome dance tothe rhythm of the drumming, but decided to keep silent, as though he wereunsure about us. He walked away with Kizira following, trying to inquirewhat is wrong. He returned, fell to the ground and started sobbing withemotion. After a time, Kizira asked if any of us had done wrong. To this hereplied, 'No.' To me this was wonderful; an endorsement that what we aredoing is right.

Kizira inquired about his current location.

"I stay far away in the hills." He answered.

"Where, exactly?" Kizira sought for a clarification.

No answer...

"Tell us where exactly you are located so that we can come and visit youwhenever we feel like it.".Silence...

Kizira assured him that we had come to his rescü and asked Budhagali whohad been doing harm to him and to suggest other sites where evil was beingdone in Uganda.

"I don't think you will be able to fight my many enemies," Budhagali saidwith profound sadness.

We reaffirmed our commitment to help. Kizira then allowed him to return tothe hills and asked him to come whenever called or else allow us to visithim in the nearby hills.

He then called Nabikokolo back to her body. She came back and cheerfullyjoined the game Don was playing with her little grand daughter.

Suddenly I saw Kizir lift his foot as if to pick off some biting insectsand he exclaimed, "Ho! there are jiggers here" Nearly everybody except Donand Georg scattered to find a safe place to remove our sandals and pick offthe jiggers. falling short of scatter, checked their feet and removed theseinsects.

Tunga Penetrans (jiggers) have to get into an animal's skin, preferably ahuman's, to complete their lifecycle wherein. The fertilised females'bodies then swell and burst, releasing hundreds of eggs. While in the skinthey irritate and cause discomfort to the host. We carefully eject thoseusing safety pins. Goerg, who wore a pair of closed shoes, claimed a zappercan do away with them. Well knowing how much discomfort they caused Ididn't want to experiment on myself. Kizira's children helped Don with theremoval and he asked them to help their 'Auntie,' Nabikokolo, who was thensitting down. But she withdrew her feet covering them with her traditionalinner garment. She wore this sad, elderly stare.

I then realised that Budhagali and Nabikokolo were now sharing the body atintervals.

Wow!

We helped 'him' walk to the beach and into the boat. While our ferrymenpaddled the canoe across the powerful current, Budhagali kept lookingaround like someone who hadn't been there in a very long time. We helpedhim to disembark at the riverbank, and then helped him into the LandCruiser, which was brought very near. There, the grand daughter did notrecognise the grandmother, though she sat on her lap!

After paying the boat men for their services, I engaged them in aconversation to find out what they know about Budhagali. They said all theyknow is Budhagali was compensated by the government agents planning toconstruct the dam here and that the entity had relocated with the 'priest'to his home near the road junction to the falls, where he practices.

Kizira shook each of boatmen's hands in thanks and said, "Each of you willknow, by tomorrow morning, precisely what happened here today."

Before we set off Kizira reqüsted that we pray. Budhagali tried to getout of the vehicle to join the prayer, but I advised him to participatewhile seated.

At the end, Kizira blessed everyone who was present while raising his handand then, while holding our hands in turn, he asked us each to 'Obey God,'and asked the Creator that each of us get whatever we ask for.

I bade farewell to my dear friend, Georg Ritschl, who flew back to hisfamily and career in South Africa the following day. He had asked me toshorten our farewell, as he becomes quite sentimental.

I asked Don, "What next?"

He replied "Well, I'm going to go to Kiboga and hang out with Kizira forawhile!"

I was picked up in Jinja by my wife and daughter and we returned to oureastern home in nearby Iganga, where I have carefully resorted to nottelling this story to any one, lest I pass for a lunatic.

Don & Company:Fantastic job of gifting the African continent! Hopefully, an inspiration to all to expand our gifting on an international level, whenever possible. I know it had that effect on me! Sounds like your hosts are wonderful and very special people, indeed.

This reminds me that there are still reasons to be proud to be an American (read: "private citizen", as opposed to and in spite of the illegally appointed, illegitimate regime of GWB and Co.. I like to think that the rest of the world can differentiate between the two, also. Yet, I suppose it can be difficult to feel much kindness for any American, when you happen to be living in the latest country targeted for U.S. Military conqüst, and you are busy pulling a bomb out of your ass, while watching the neighborhood children being blown apart by a "GWB smart bomb," which of course is an oxymoron!

Anyway back on to a more positive note, Don, once again you have got the evil ones on the run! Great job and I look forward to hearing more about the work that you're doing over there!

I especially liked the part describing how one can be healed with the energy coming from the hands of the healer. I personnaly experienced it when I was 17, and it happened exactly as described in the post. Without touching me, I could feel the heat emanating from the hands of the healer. It wasn't just heat actually, it was more like boiling hot on my belly. Then he told me I was going to sleep for a while. When I woke up, I was A1.

The second part is written by our friend Dr. Batiibwe.I have little to add to this brilliant account by Don and Dr. B.Maybe the episode of the evil witch of Kabale should still be told, preferrably by Don.She is (was) a sorcerer, said to have been controlling african statesmen, including Robert Mugabe from her stronghold in Kabale.Don thinks we got her real good, at least we did some dramatic gifting in Kabale with some great visual confirmations.Our visit included the gifting of a regional youth conference on AIDS that was attended by President Museveni and our silent supporter. We believe we took out an underground base in the process. Apparently there was a nuke pond we hit and that may well have been "her" ultimate hideout.I felt a strong energy surge after we gifted the high security venue of the AIDS conference "national teachers college" which was so befittingly placed above the underground base.Big blue hole appeared in the wonderful moist fog that had enveloped the whole city as a result of our busting efforts the previous day. Those included a fierce hilltop array and one of the deepest lakes of Uganda, Lake Buynjoni (spelling?), also known for a host of satanist activities.

Good for you, Didier, for having had a healing experience like that! We need to really treasure and sujpport the rare individuals who have that gift.

The same energy that all of our devices put out is also the medium of healing that comes through their hands, by the way.

Georg--you were absolutely golden in Kabale. The Bitch focused almost entirely on you as you were out taking away her electronic powerbase, as you know. I"m glad we thought to lock the hotel room door that night, though.

Right now, Carol and Kizira are seeing that The Bitch can't do more than just irritate anyone a bit since we nailed her in Kabale. I had thought she was dead but we only disabled her. It will be fun to watch the African political scene in coming days.Some of those remaining satanic/reptilian proxy dictators and their sycophant/parasite retinü might start eating each other instead of the populace now ;-)

In my travels I've found that people generally don't equate American visitors with American political crimes. It's a good idea not to make friends in low places, though, as they'll primarily be obsequious parasites. Some places have more people like that than others. I think Southern California has more of these grinning backstabbers per capita than Calcutta does, for instance

Of course most American tourists are a noisy, drunken, self-seeking pain in the butt, even in Florida, but people in other lands usually seem to allow us to demonsrate our characters before they make any judgements.